12 May 2007

what becomes clear

there are tales told that we must never hear
each case is special and that is the account
questions are never asked about amount
we weight of hope is what we cannot bear
there's more to that than freight of fear
another drought will stop up every fount
no desperate wishes could reality surmount
the darkness comes as it does every year
signs of a fading age we see on every side
bugles may blow but who will rally now
drums beat but no one came to march
we've had enough even for giants' pride
no one again can fulfill such a vow
under this blaze the very seas may parch

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